JuneWritten by Carol Rice
Love Story - A New Chapter To Our Family's Story
This Spring, my daughter married the man of her dreams. I'd say it was months worth of planning, but in reality, I was surprised to find out, it was really a lifetime of planning that went into their special day.
For me, the months leading up to the big day, seemed almost a formality for something we had talked about, dreamed about, planned for, her whole life.
I think it must have started with the crushes and trying to help her sort out feelings for “the boys next door”, getting ready for those first dates, packing little time bombs of wisdom into shopping trips for special dance dresses and late night talks when she called from her college dorm. Little did I know I was planning it as I raced to her side when her heart was broken in pieces by someone who didn't deserve her heart in the first place, but knowing through my own tears, she would be okay. Because one day, someone truly worthy of her heart would come along, and she would give the whole of it to him.
One day came, along with it, so did he. And eventually, their love story led to a day we all spent a lifetime planning. If you'd like, come take a peek, we would love to share it with you.
The day started early. We rose with the sun and entered a holy place, named after the mountain whose shadow we live in – Mt. Timpanogos. Smiles, so many smiles and only a few tears of pure joy!
A day filled with family
And tender moments between,
Mother & Daughter
In a setting fit for such an occasion
Brooke always dreamed of a popcorn bar with yummy toppings, that also went well with her favorite treat, soft-serve frozen yogurt.
She wanted to share what a winner Marshall is, so we found a fun way to display some of his trophies and awards
Brooke paid special attention to the “Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue” bridal tradition and had a story table to share those details.
Something Old: "My beautiful grandma Donna passed these earrings on to me. They remind me of her kindness and her own way of being present at my special day even though she's gone. Like her example of looking to generations past for growth and wisdom, I look at these heirlooms as a special way to honor her legacy while preparing for my new future."
Something New: "Two new wonderful families!"
Something Borrowed: "My Aunt Debra was more like a big sister to me. Before she passed away she had picked this wedding dress for her special day. Wearing this today I know she is here. I would like to think she wouldn't mind that I borrowed it."
Something Blue: "Just a touch..."
All too soon, we got the signal – it was time to eat cake.
(Classy kids – None of it got in their hair, on their faces or on their beautiful clothes!)
The bouquet went flying
And then the chaotic beauty became a dance. First, a dance with a daddy and his girl
Then, the bride danced with the new man in her life
A dance of joy, and we all joined
Even down to the very youngest
A final brief moment with my girl in the bride's room. The day already seemed like a movie playing in our mind's eyes where the scenes flash from smile to smile, hair whipping around, people throwing their heads back with laughter, the camera sharpens the details of baby's breath, doilies and pearls. Already the music in the montage is fading and we send them on their way, to the soft tinkling sound of Irish wedding bells, streamers of lace, and laughter.
Congratulations Mr. & Mrs. Hall!
Your story is just beginning!
What do you remember about your wedding day? Have you written the story of it? Download a copy of the Wedding Story Starter and begin today.
I grew up in a home rich with family heritage. My mom loved genealogy and knew how to breathe life into dusty documents and color to faded black and white photos - my mom told me stories.
As a grown woman with five children of my own, I've tried to do the same. For years I did it through scrapbooking. But it didn't take long to realize that it wasn't my artistic skills my children really cared about. They never stopped on a page and said, "Mom, you matched that paper to my shirt - perfectly!" Nope. What they did say as they leaned across my lap, pointing at photos is, "Tell me the story!" "Tell me mom about the day I was born... Tell me mom about the day I cried when everyone sang me happy birthday... Tell me mom about my grandma and her garden..."
Don't worry if you haven't done it forever, just start today. The consistency and cumulative effect of one good question - just sharing one story a day, adds up.
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